A/N: Sorry for being really inactive. I've been really busy with school work and I completely forgot about the story. I will be updating it as well as some other ones. So enjoy the story!

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Cloud Tower. The most prestigious school for witches. Where the worst of the worst attend. It was only a thirty-minute drive from Alfea, and the school wasn't that hard to see from Alfea and vice versa; you only needed to look out of the window from either school to see the opposite one.

The witches of Cloud Tower hated the fairies of Alfea. It had been like that for centuries upon centuries, and there was no sign of it stopping. Party events, gatherings and day trips out with the schools only seemed to strengthen the hatred and rivalry of the two schools. So the two headmistresses of the schools just decided to give up trying to achieve a worthwhile bond between the two opposites, and more or less started focusing on strengthening the hatred of the fairies and witches- or at least Cloud Tower did; whilst the headmistress of Alfea told the fairies to stay away from the witches as much as possible, the headmistress of Cloud Tower told the witches to wreak havoc and chaos to the fairies, making their lives miserable as possible, torturing them until they were on their knees bleeding and crying, begging for mercy upon the witches.

There have been many complaints about the ongoing abuse reported to the Magix Police... over ten thousand to be accurate. Majority of them have been dismissed, either seen as 'false claims', 'not enough evidence' added on to the case, or there was just 'nothing to worry about'. There had been five cases that went to the High Court. Out of all those five cases, only one had somewhat impact on the school. The headmistress could either tell the students to behave outside the school and stop the unnecessary torture to the fairies, or the school could be closed altogether. Of course, the headmistress chose the first of the two options, and she did carry out the order. But the change of torture carried out to the fairies had been a very slight change, if not none. The violence surely had not increased, but it certainly didn't go down.

And to this day, the fairies still hated the witches. And that's how it will always be.

But that was merely the backstory. Witches were still capable of much, much more treacherous things... possibly unimaginable to the headmistress of Cloud Tower herself.

In Cloud Tower, room 379, was a girl. She had orange hair that went down just below her shoulders, styled as two french braids. The orange haired girl wore a dark, long-sleeved, orange dress that would remind someone of Halloween- the dress, just reaching her thighs, was silky in appearance; added on to the dress, was dark blue highlights - but there were so small, that you had to be really close to see them. The girl wore black tights, along with black, high-heeled boots that went up to her knees.

The girl was walking up to a magic orb, that was placed in the middle of the room on a table. On that same table placed a sword, shiny, grey and clean in appearance, and was also immensely sharp. Several books, dark in appearance were also placed on the table, as well as five feather pens in a dark fuchsia pen pot. Several empty bottles, as well as bottles with ingredients that were neutral and caused little harm, and bottles that had warning signs and causes vast amounts of damage were placed on the table; in Cloud Tower, you had to be very skilled in the dark arts to possess these bottles other than in the laboratories under constant supervision.

Once the girl reached the tabled, she sat on a sofa-like chair. Her face possessed blue eyes, some amount of mascara on her eyelashes, wore dark blue eyeshadow and had pale purple lipstick on her lips, as well as pale, quite tanned in appearance. Looking at the magic orb, she grinned in pleasure, before waving her hands up, which let out orange-black sparks of magic before saying these very words:

"Magic Orb, show me the Faust Robe"

The orb showed Darcy, holding the Faust Robe hand in hand, with another girl that she had no knowledge of. The two girls were talking to each other, busy chatting away, as they were just about to reach the dorms. The girl grin widened- the relic was within reach! But just as they were reaching the dorms, Darcy put away the relic, vanishing before her eyes - the other girl, who had long, white hair was shocked.

"I don't want anyone to get the Relic. I'm putting it away for safe keeping." Darcy announced before the pair of them went into the dorm, unbeckoned that someone, not far away had been watching them.

The witch, screamed at the top of her lungs, in rage - it was almost within reach! If only she would've cast the spell earlier. She wanted to fling the orb over to the other side of the room, wanting to see it shatter into many pieces, when another girl, who had light-brown hair, stopped her in her tracks.

"What do you want?" said the orange-haired witch still raging, who turned her head around to see her roommate.

"I just wanted to let you know that Knut, yet again, has failed to get hold of the relic... again." The light-brown-haired witch replied.

"I can see that Flora, I just saw the relic in Darcy's hands a few seconds ago. Of course, he failed - I knew that a long time ago anyway."

Flora, the light-brown haired girl, had her hair down past her shoulders, not really styled to any fashion, but she wore a dark-green hairband to keep her hair out of her face. Her skin was brown in appearance and had green eyes. Flora wore purple lipstick and eyeshadow, but that was basically it; Flora was wearing a dark purple and green top along with a purple skirt that was above her knees, fitted with a black belt. She wore purple wedges, with black straps on.

Now Flora wasn't the witchiest name; her parents named her that, with the high hopes that she would become a fairy and study at Alfea. But Flora, with her cunning, ruthless personality (apparently inherited from a distant family member), wanted to tame her powers to become a witch, hence why she was at Cloud Tower.

The only other person who seemed to topple her personality was Bloom. The orange-haired girl who was also the leader of the group. Bloom was cunning and ruthless on many other levels the other witch couldn't even describe. Bloom knew all about relics, powers and how they worked, as well as being one of the most plotting in the group; she also had a high ambition that one day, along with her co-members, would rule the world. Hence why she was the leader of the group.

"Anyway, we can't use that thing anymore. It's getting us nowhere" Flora announced.

"So?", Bloom questioned, "What do we do?"

"We wait. That what Musa suggested."

"Wait until..."

"Until the time is right. We cannot strike too early, as it causes too much suspicion, and not too late when we have no chance of winning."

"But what about the Robe? What about that girl?"

"We'll worry about the girl later. What's important now is the robe."

"But how will we get it? It's hidden in plain sight."

Flora evilly cackled.

"That will be for another day. But Musa wants us to meet at Downtown Magix immediately to discuss something."

Bloom sighed "Fine, but only if it will get us closer to world domination"

"Don't worry Bloom, this you will not want to miss."

Bloom put on a dark blue-orange coat and grabbed the keys to their dorm. When she came out of the dorm, she locked the room and using her magic, put away the key. The two witches then went to the Cloud Tower car park to meet their motorbikes. Bloom's was orange carved with a dragon, while Flora's was all purple, with poison ivy carved on to the bike. The two went on to their bikes and sped away to Downtown Magix.

To be continued...

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter. It is longer than some others. Next one will be updated as soon as I possibly can. Also, I've updated all the chapters to "Chapter 1", "Chapter 2" ect. except for the first one which still retains it title. Reason being is because I didn't really like the titles.